Soldier
How original to want to start a fight with me
Understand I'm a dangerous man (well I must be...)
Now you know how I'm feeling? Safe from ourselves?
That only makes us strangers to the danger that surrounds us
How we rule bound now when we're so free?
Our hands are tried by used bys and slippery tiles and parking fees.
Seems to be it's the nature of the beast,
But experience don't come to one until humbled in defeat.
So now you know what I'm feeling? In the nanny state,
Lesson #1's the rule of thumb: never play it safe.
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment!
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
So are you sure that you're angry at me?
Marshall law by the court of tort
you've every right and now right to be
Ain't no way to be that you don't get beat,
you lead me just to tease me when I reach these extremes.
So, now you know how I'm feeling? Trying to go west -
But in the suburbs you're as west as you can get
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
Oh the horizon is no harder in our time.
It's the end of the century (again) no one minds.
But it's hardly for an answer, but for a question to be right,
so instead of entertainment we could speak our minds:
We could say something true.
But I feel better knowing you're just like me.
And I bring your name up in conversation accidentally.
Now you know what I'm feeling? Wait and see I guess,
Maybe it's the reason you settle in the end.
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
Look at me beside you not at that tiny screen
Don't try write the law that will override fear
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
Say we one say we all no trouble at all the get
Understand I'm a dangerous man (well I must be...)
Now you know how I'm feeling? Safe from ourselves?
That only makes us strangers to the danger that surrounds us
How we rule bound now when we're so free?
Our hands are tried by used bys and slippery tiles and parking fees.
Seems to be it's the nature of the beast,
But experience don't come to one until humbled in defeat.
So now you know what I'm feeling? In the nanny state,
Lesson #1's the rule of thumb: never play it safe.
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment!
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
So are you sure that you're angry at me?
Marshall law by the court of tort
you've every right and now right to be
Ain't no way to be that you don't get beat,
you lead me just to tease me when I reach these extremes.
So, now you know how I'm feeling? Trying to go west -
But in the suburbs you're as west as you can get
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
Oh the horizon is no harder in our time.
It's the end of the century (again) no one minds.
But it's hardly for an answer, but for a question to be right,
so instead of entertainment we could speak our minds:
We could say something true.
But I feel better knowing you're just like me.
And I bring your name up in conversation accidentally.
Now you know what I'm feeling? Wait and see I guess,
Maybe it's the reason you settle in the end.
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
Look at me beside you not at that tiny screen
Don't try write the law that will override fear
When I'm a grown man I only hope I don't forget,
exactly how I feel right now in this moment
But you seem to forget that as you get old who knows,
what we'll be like with nice things and sensible clothes.
Say we one say we all no trouble at all the get
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Writer(s): Michael Tomlinson
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